I Open My Own Doors

I open my own doors.
I will not hold them open for you,
Nor do I need you to open them for me.
In fact, your patronizing courtesy will be rebuffed.

I seek the closed doors.
When I find one,
I clasp the taunting knob,
And
Pull,
Pull,
Pull,
With all my being,
Until I breach the structure's skin,
And its vital organs are exposed,
To my appraising and critical eye.

Watch for me in the city,
Roaming,
Ripping entrances out of selfish slumber,
And tromping my way on through.